Anyone who has ever walked on PMC’s red sidewalks must have gone through something akin to a military obstacle course. Bhajiwalas, Puncture shops, Couples who refuse to find a cosier place.

I have found a new weapon in the arsenal of the god of bad luck. Dog poop.

Anyone who walks a dog should be made to pick it up. People squirm when they see someone else spitting and call it uncivilized. But the same people have no issues if their pedigree mutt is dumping away to glory on the sidewalk.